Chapter 110 Chat Group Name
Judson headed back to his bedroom to change clothes. After getting dressed, he casually checked his phone.
Both guys had responded to the group chat.
Nick: "Judson, man, you really shouldn't bring her along. I swear, that girl's a jinx. My luck plummets every time she's around."
Hugo had become convinced that Eula was some kind of bad luck magnet, a black cat walking under a ladder, all too real.
Elbert Hicks: "No worries, bro. My charm can handle anything. I'll handle her no problem."
Reading the group's name again, Judson grew increasingly displeased. He tossed in his two cents.
Judson: "Who the hell chose this stupid name? Change it. I'm no bachelor, thank you very much."
Quick to respond, Hugo changed the name. The "Bachelor Group" was now the "Stick Group."
Judson: "..."
Ray: "Come on, what's not to like about this? It's perfect, no changes!"
Tom: "Hey, why do I get to be third? My stick is just as good as yours!"
Heading downstairs, Judson replied with a fact.
Judson: "I That's just how it is."
Ray: "Why don’t we settle this with a contest tonight, then we can decide the order?"
Tom: "You're on. I'm not scared."
Downstairs, Eula had finished the dishes without breaking a single one. She was cautious, knowing how expensive his stuff was.
As she applied her hand cream, she noticed him in a dark-navy coat that gave off a sort of uniform appeal - undeniably attractive.
Eula thought to herself, "Damn, that's hot!" The uniform thing got to women, herself included.
But she composed herself; he couldn’t know.
As Judson approached, the faint scent of roses that wafted from Eula arrived first, fresh and appealing.
She lowered her hands and forced a smile.
"Judson, which car are we taking tonight?" She dared not drive the flashy one in the yard – one scratch and she'd pay for it for life.
She intended to choose a less expensive one and expected him to say it didn't matter.
Judson lifted an eyebrow and smiled. " Let's take the car parked out front; it'll save us a trip to the garage."
With that, he strode off, leaving her to stare at his confident exit.
Confused, Eula hesitated before jogging after him. "Judson, maybe we should switch to a less conspicuous car? What if we get robbed?"
"Don't worry about it; no robber can outmatch me," he said nonchalantly.
Rolling her eyes, Eula thought to herself, he's not invincible. What an ego!
Reaching the car, Judson tossed the keys to her and got in.
Staring at the keys in her hand, Eula wondered, could she admit that she couldn't drive?
After a moment's hesitation, she got in the car and drove off carefully, making her way out of the gate.
After hitting the road, she grew even more cautious, crawling along at a snail's pace of 20 miles per hour, compulsively glancing in the rearview mirror as if afraid the slightest mishap would spell disaster.
Judson watched her with an icy stare. "Eula, are you sure you're not mistaking this car for a bicycle?"
Even the cyclists were overtaking them.
Eula replied with unhurried calm, "Safety first, Judson. I'll make sure we get there in one piece."
To her surprise, Judson fell silent, a scowl etched on his face as he rolled down the window to light a cigarette and took a hefty drag.
"Eula, I'm not footing the bill for any bumps or scrapes," he grumbled. "Can you pick up the pace now?"
Inwardly sighing, he wondered what on earth was going through that woman's mind.
